Eeeekkkk! It's just too bad I'm not a man or a lesbian, because the sight of women in wet tight shirts does nothing for me. Therefore, this really tragic, godawful exercise in sanitized PG-13 Showgirls - with all its overly garish beer commercial inanity - make me want to throw up. It's stupid, so stupid that it just insults my intelligence threeways.

Babe songwriter/singer-wannabe Violet decides to join this Coyote Ugly bar to sing and hose horny men down with cheap alcohol. Naturally, she becomes a hit and hits off with cook Kevin. A Big Misunderstanding no respectable romance would even touch with a bargepole comes between them, Violet's disapproving daddy ends up in a hospital set to impart some Obi Wan Kenobi advice (Follow your dreams!), and everyone ends up happy. The end.

Just how insulting is this bad drivel? The dialogues stink. The illogical plot makes the mind boggle (Violet lives in Chinatown - where are the freakin' Chinese?). The characters are vapid and one-dimensional (Tyra Banks really isn't acting on her vapid Oscar performance, recycled here). And best of all, the movie is 100 minutes too long.